book in hand by anelephantcant
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questions
I wonder if you think of me
in the morning
as you head to work
gazing at the fleeting fields
does my face come to your mind
in the evening
with a book in hand
or watching television
do you remember
how we laughed
at something trivial
when you lie in bed
calmly watching sleep approach
do you recall
the words I spoke
or wrote
in stories
and on postcards
or are they
like me
already forgotten
anelephantcant 